May the weeping anguish of my heart waft like prayerful incense to Your throne, O God. My soul finds peace knowing that You hear my unutterable words. Only You can mend my broken body. Only Your hands can fit the pieces of my shattered heart back together. When I am in despair, let the enemy not gain a foothold. Keep me from the snare of painful distractions when illness wrecks me and sleep is like a mist I cannot grasp hold of. Take me to the deep recesses of Your heart where I can find solace for my complaints. I need Your Presence to keep me from grumbling. I need Your strength to keep me from self-pity that comes with unrelieved pain. Hold me up, Lord, as only You can do. Keep me together, as Your Spirit empowers. I long to be what You desire me to be. I crave the favor of Your love as manifested daily. Let me not become unaware, Lord God. Let me not be blinded by lesser afflictions. Teach me to step with the Spirit, to move with Your grace and to wait with Your patience for Your will to be accomplished. Under the mighty Word of Psalm 77:1-3, 13-14 and the authority of Christ, my King, I pray.

I cry aloud to God,
    aloud to God, and He will hear me.
In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord;
    in the night my hand is stretched out without wearying;
    my soul refuses to be comforted.
 When I remember God, I moan;
    when I meditate, my spirit faints.
Your way, O God, is holy.
    What god is great like our God?
You are the God who works wonders;
    You have made known Your might among the peoples.
Psalm 77:1-3, 13-14, ESV